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Chris Chaos · (03-14-2017)

As Chris was walking through the airport, towards his gate, an XWF intern approached him. It was the same intern who had approached him before, wanting an interview. Chris had on black Nike sweatpants and a grey hoodie, his wireless beats headphones blaring.

"Excuse me, excuse me, Chris! Champ! A quick word!"

Chris couldn't hear him, he continued walkin, his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Champ! A quick word!" The kid was tenacious, he had guts, that is for sure.

It wasn't until Jenny poked him and gave him a "behind you" symbol with her hand that he turned around.

"Oh god. You again. Jesus you people are like herpes! I told you I have nothing else to say to Mr. Tidbits Slathe, the clown who hates clowns."

"It will be quick, Mr. Chaos, I promise! I just want a few words before you get on the plane. Please, it is for the XWF faithful."

Chris couldn't give two fucks about the XWF Faithful. He just wanted to get on his plane and go to Warfare. He just wanted to seriously injure another man.

But, he handed his bag to Jenny. He pointed to his watch. "Make it quick."

"Thank you! Thank you! Okay, so, have you seen the newest promo from Mr. Tidbits.....the one that was, you know, X rated?"

Chris scoffed. These questions were always so bland and boring. But he couldn't hate on the kid, he was simply doing his job.

"Of course. I knew it was coming. He has been flapping his dicktrap non stop. I already said before, I have nothing left to say. The rest gets settled in the ring."

"I know, champ, but I wanted to see if you could perhaps address the comment he made where he said "You are just another average man with a pretty face, nice voice, and just the right amount of attitude to make the people believe you are a real champion". Your thoughts?"

Chris grinned. He looked at his watch again. The airport was buzzing. Somewhere in the distance he heard a "last call to board American Airlines Flight 1873 in service to Paris, France!"

He saw these people---or sheep---walking through the airport carrying their over sized luggage. Some where running to make their gate on time. Some were at their gate and were simply stuffing their faces with Qdoba and Dip-N-Dots.

"I paid it no mind. This is nothing more than a desperate attempt to try to get inside my head. This is nothing more than a ploy to try to piss me off, take me out of my element, and throw me off my game. The fact is I am 10 times the champion, 10 times the man, and 10 times the human being he will ever be. It is going to take a lot more than a soft core cable porn scene and some hooker he paid off backpage.com to make himself look like any less of a clown. If he had any shred of credibility before, it is gone now. Not a real champion? I am shocked you would even ask me this question. Why out of that near 15 minutes of incessant rambling that bordered on nonsensical bullshit, that THIS, THIS, is what you would pick out. You have a long way to go kid."

"What about him saying that this is a match designed to soften you up for Reno?"

"I don't care. The fact that Reno NEEDS me softened up is a compliment. And the fact that this guy is the foot-soldier doing all the work, that is just a little extra icing on the cake. Gabe is scared, he is a cowering dog. Tidbits, he is insignificant. He is nothing more than the flavor of the week. When I lay him out on Warfare, Gabe will find a new henchmen. Hell he will probably be in Oliver's head, and pocket, when I face him on Savage. Tidbits thinks he is doing something special here. He thinks he is a martyr. He is nothing more than a pawn. He is being used and is too stupid to see it. Whoever this Mr. Slathe dude is, he should probably taking some business marketing classes. He is making terrible life decisions for Tidbits."

"We will begin boarding American Airlines Flight 2234 from Tampa to Croatia, please have your boarding passes handy when you get to the counter."

"I guess that's my flight, kid."

"Let me just ask...."

God this kid had balls. Chris admired it, in a way. Not the way Tidbits admired balls, but you get the point.

"How do you feel about facing someone that is this mentall unstable? This is an extreme rules match, who knows what lengths he will go to."

"He can bring what he wants and do what he wants. I fear no man and no being. I proved to Muddy Waters when I set him on fire that there is no god. I am the closest thing to a god in this business. I am not backing down. I am not shying away. I am not Gabe Reno who has to play mind games and get in opponents heads. I settle my scores between the squared cricle ropes. He wants to claim the truth is coming? He is exactly right. The truth is coming his way. He is going to learn, really quick, JUST how truthful an asskicking can be. I have no qualms with ending his career only 3 matches in. I have no beef with being the "bad guy". He claims that they are doing this for their "savior", well they better begin praying. I am on a warpath. I am a man on a mission. Right now, I am in cruise control. I am roling along until Lethal Lottery when I defeat Gabe Reno in what will be the best match in the history of the XWF. The rest of this is foreplay before you stick the tip in. He wants to get X rated? How about when I reach up deep into his poop shoot and pull his colon out through his rectum.....only to shove it in his fucking mouth and force him to swallow it. Then, I'll make him shit out his own colon just to feed it to him again. I am violent, vicious, and down right evil. He is right. I am good looking. I do have a nice voice. But on the other side of the good there is a bad that is so bad it would make Hitler look like a kind and compassionate man. I am taking myself to a place that even I am afraid to go. If they keep wanting to feed the shark guppies in gimmick matches designed for pain......I will continue to main, mangle and torture. I won't stop eating until my gut is bursting at the seams. Tidbits, Slathe, whoever the fuck you really are....get ready for a world even your deranged mind can't comprehend because when I step through those ropes tomorrow night....even your "savior" can't save you.

You've fed the beast now it's time to let him digest."

He looks into the camera with a grin as he slides his headphone back over one ear and puts is hood up. Five Finger Death Punch could be heard as he walked away...the screaming fading in the distance before he disappeared into the tunnel.

Chaos was only a few hours away.

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